The woman he shouldn’t want.
That was fine. It wasn’t like she should want him,either. They could just be rebels together.
The air between them crackled. She lifted on her toes but didn’t have to move far because his mouth met hers in a gentle sweep of lips and tongue.
The other kisses had been frantic, exploring, and fire.
This one was simpler, but even without the frenzy of the night before, her blood heated all the same.
Her phone rang in her pocket, totally ruining the moment. She extracted it, praying that it wasn’t a client who needed her.
Kaiya.
“Do you want to get that?” Travis asked, pressing a light kiss against the side of her mouth.
She shook her head. “I don’t want to talk about skin cream right now.”
“I have no idea what that means.” His eyebrows furrowed, just a little.
“You probably don’t want to.” She lifted on her toes to kiss him again. Then they were moving, mouths still melding. Somehow, they were moving without having to break the seal of the kissing.
And they were kissing. So, so much kissing.
The gentle quality moved to a hectic need that discombobulated her and made the place between her thighs ache for more.
Travis was an excellent kisser and apparently, he knew what he was doing,because suddenly they were at her bedroom door.
Specifically, her back was against the door as they both breathed heavily into the shared air. He held her hands over her head and took her mouth like he owned it. Oh boy, did he own it.
Her whole body was wired, every inch of her,sensitive and pulsing. Wet heat pooled between her legs as Travis’s erection pressed against her stomach.
He tore his mouth from hers, still holding her hands above her head, which was good,because without his grasp there she probably would’ve dissolved into a puddle on the carpet and later she’d have to clean it up and that would be a whole thing.
“Can I come inside?” he asked, his gaze never leaving hers.
“Inside?” Somewhere in the recesses of her brain she understood his question.
Sex. He wanted to have sex with her. Or do sexy things with her.
Oh, yes, yes, please, her body practically begged.Let’s do this.
Her mind, however, was starting to come back online after the brief lust-induced logic hiatus.
She pulled her arms free from his, crossing them at her belly.
He could come in. They could make out a little and talk.
During this talk she could explain all the reasons he didn’t want to have sex with her, starting with stretch marks and ending with poor choices in the bedroom that could wreck her relationship with the only family her boys had left.
Then he could make an informed decision about his future choice when it came to her.
“What just happened?” he asked. “Where are you right now, Rach?”
Still in her space, he was full charm and full frontal and full…everything.
“I’m right here,” she said, because she was.
That’s not what he meant,though, and she knew it. She rubbed her eyes, probably smearing her eye makeup to hell and back.
